The first IIMC weblog

Hey all.

I am sure you have read my emails, or rather I hope you have. In case you haven't, heres another attempt at shoving my thoughts down your brain.

As I pinch myself into reality that I am actually in my own Xanadu, cocooned from city life, living in a sylvan campus amongst the brightest brains in the land, it makes me reflect.

I think of the little stories that contributed to the novel that has been my life so far. Its about those tiny moments, which amoebic as they are, are gargantuan in terms of what it did for me. Its about those faceless souls in the crowd, who at best would be deemed as onlookers in the melee known as life to others, but to me they have been that torchbearer - paving that path in pitch black. I also recollect the faces that I shall be with for the next two years, sharing and being parts of my life, as I shall be a part of theirs. I think about those individuals who shall be my teachers; people who can shake the welkin with their knowledge. I think about my parents, and I think about my friends. And you, madam or gentleman who is reading this weblog, in all probability, I have already thought about you.

I have come to realize that life here is ridden with paradoxes. That friend who shall sit beside you and teach and learn from you, shall be vying for your very spot in the job interview. That room which you so faithfully call home, isnt really yours. That feeling of coming full circle evaporates when you think of the battle ahead.

I recollect the yearning that I possessed to be a part of this great institute. I recollect that fateful month of November 2005, which was my sine wave that ended with the trough on November 20. I reminisce the slogging of the months prior to that. I also reflect upon the callowness with which I took CAT 2006. These things make me realize that life is more than being a part of a great college. It shakes me into reality that this degree is my vantage point on life, and nothing else. I will have to soldier on into the forest lies ahead of me, popularly known as life. I know that every one of us does the same, but only those armed with the torches of hard work, and maybe the flares of good fortune shall get across these enchanted woods.

Suddenly, I have had a peek at that ticking device known as my clock. It summons me impatiently while waving that Microeconomics tome. And now I know that I have to leave.

Wishing each of us the very best.

Cheers!

Realizations

I had been to my cousin's thread ceremony on Sunday. To all my international readers (the huge big zero of them), and to the non hindu ones (another big zero), it is the Jewish equivalent of Bar-Mitzvah. I made a few observations there.

• Older women cousins, and aunts (Yes, we South Indians have some aunts younger to ourselves, thanks to prolific grandparents) will play to your ego regarding "your beauty", or in normal parlance, "handsomeness".
• The uncles over 50 shall do so too, but the 30 year old married guys shall not even remark about that great shirt you are wearing and everyone loves.
• To find a great looking South Indian female is very difficult. To pacify all the angry female readers (yet another zero), I have heard that finding that handsome South Indian Male is equally so.
• During every South Indian function, at least those with a moderate size, the males in action, have to display "what lies beneath the dress". Thanks, in no measure, to the dress here. Ironically, all the display happens by married men.
• The women in their nine yard sarees look pretty (round?).
• Some women in their nine yard sarees manage to walk. The others maintain their normal activity levels by remaining seated.
• South Indian Mamas have an opinion, and a suggestion for everything. This includes tips for MBA, Greg Chappel, dressing for women (the lungi that the Mama has worn notwithstanding of course), career choices, food, cooking food, the neighbor Mami, how to be great with women....
• South Indian Mamas CAN gossip for hours on end.
• Humour is well appreciated by all south Indian females. This might be due to the fact that they are normally accompanied by males who are as sprightly as they would be when they are at a funeral.
• People can be really generous. Its sad that it wasn't my thread ceremony.
• The definition of a mother cannot be restricted to "Women who have children, or for that matter borne them".
• No matter who, or where you are, there shall always be that guy who is smarter than you. This is not exactly a realization though.
  
• Self deprecation makes for great humour
• I can relate to middle aged, and aged Maharashtrian people. Possibly because they are similar to South Indians (The above mentioned points are not applicable to them!).
• Trains in Bombay is great for chemical engineers/science students. They can memorize all the organic smells there.
• Trains in Bombay have no ceiling limit on the number of people.
  
• Most men in the Bombay trains are gentlemen.
• I am bored writing this post as of now, but I am going to bore the reader some more.
• The worth of an IIM degree is immense in marriage circles. Even clearing the CAT is useful.
  
• Grandfathers can be great company.
  
• Daughters scold fathers after they start earning.
  
• I am really bored of this post.
• No one will read this post.
• End of post